The symptoms of poisoning spread in the body of Gu Zhang, the former king of Beiyang, and Gu Zi'an knew how painful his father was before he died. He lifted his mask gently, his brow furrowed and his throat aching in the darkness. His father's body was intact, and his expression was not at all serene, as if he was accusing himself of the queen's actions.

Through the face that was unwilling and had turned black, Gu Zi'an saw the face of his childhood father.

Gu Zhang.

The Nine Kingdoms of the Central Plains, who hasn't heard his name?

The king who worked hard and was good at fighting was in the prosperous era of Beiyang, when he had just ascended the throne and was in high spirits, he stepped into the territory of the southern kingdoms. Yanrong, Daxia, Sichuan, Chunning, and Beiyang, which borders Shikoku, stand on the fertile soil of the north. Like a fierce tiger, not afraid of wind and rain, not afraid of threats.

My father is the one I want to be the most.

Since Gu Zi'an was a child, he has longed for Gu Zhang, even if he doesn't become a son, he must make a career. did not get the same rare jewels as Jinshan like other princes, nor did he have the favor of Gu Chongwu. Gu Zi'an seems to have grown up alone, reading, occasionally confidants two or three, and the lord of Fenghua is the only one of his age. The rest are all old friends, but now they have become the backbone of his head held high.

However, there is no treasure jade, such as flowers.

Gu Zhang, the king of Beiyang, gave him a precious, but unique gift. My father gave his right-hand man, Zhang Ji, to him as a teacher to give him a point to mention. After many years of ups and downs, he grew up secretly under the protection and support of his teachers. Even in other countries, he has never forgotten Zhang Ji's words. Everyone thought that Gu Zi'an was not favored in the past, but only Gu Zi'an hid that hot heart under his doubts.

Although he did not believe in it, his father's eyes looked at him, stern and indifferent, blood was hot, and love was exuding. It's like a winter fire, although it has been covered with snow and frost, it is still burning hot. He recited the scriptures and the art of war every day, and when the sun was west, he still needed to learn calligraphy and shooting, and he would repeat until late at night.

From the beginning of spring until the end of the year, there are no protracted days.

At that time, I was still young.

"The desire is small, but the courage is big." This is a sentence given to him by his father Gu Zhang when he was eight years old.

Gu Zi'an's hand gently sorted out the clothes on his father's body, his eyes were like gunsmoke and fire in the troubled times, and Gu Zhang, who was vaguely young, scolded Fang Xuan when he was young, with arrogance and determination. He stared at his father, who had already given birth to gray hair, and swallowed all the emotions stirring in his heart.

Gu Zi'an closed his eyes gently, the blade in his brain was cold, and the cold wind was solemn. He clenched his fists, and the hideous green tendons on the back of his hands were exposed.

Outside the ice cellar, the night was dim, the fog was heavy, and a bright moon gradually obscured by stratus clouds.

The people behind him were silent, and the murderous aura that came through Gu Zi'an's body made each of them stand on end. It was at this time that they re-examined the world standing in front of them, which was nothing like the rumors. He is like a famous sword with cold light, with a double-sided blade and a sharp edge.

The hibiscus tent is warm, and Gu Chongwu is in his father's study, hugging the beauty with affection and a smile in his arms. The lights and candles in the house have been extinguished, and it is as calm as ever.

Zhao Yien was also in his house and hadn't slept for a long time. He watched as the fire burned down the houses, the black wooden pillars turning into black charcoal. With his hands behind his back, he laughed and muttered, "Zhao Chai, Zhao Chai." You're in my hands after all. But if you call yourself stupid, I won't be a killer at all. You want too much. Like your insatiable mother...... My father spoiled his concubine and killed his wife, but I was powerless to protect my real family......"

His voice seems to have been through vicissitudes for a long time. I have been a father for many years, but I still can't forget the pain of my childhood. Zhao Yien's hand slid across the burned window, and his eyes seemed to see Zhao Chai die in front of him, revealing a ruthless energy. "It's a pity, it's a pity...... Your brother is not reused, and you are just a woman, and you can't do great things. If it weren't for my help in the previous dynasty, there would be no later stories. ”

In the house that was wrapped into ashes, there was still a dead orchid that Zhao Chai gave to him. Looking at the empty vase, Zhao Yien shook his head mockingly, "Orchids are useless......"

The night was thick on the sun, and the group in the ice cellar was waiting for Gu Zi'an to give orders.

He left before his father's coffin, and took the fire master in his hand and made three more rounds.

Hong Yue looked strange and asked childishly, "Your Highness, what are you looking for?" ”

Gu Zi'an said lightly: "There should be a door." ”

"Door?" Hong Yue sounded strange, he had never inquired about the second exit of this ice cellar. He also hurried to shoot torches from the hands of those beside him, illuminating the wet walls. The frosty walls seemed to be slowly melting, and water droplets flowed down. "Come and find it!" Hongyue's voice echoed through the empty ice cellar.

Gu Zi'an fumbled, he remembered that there was a small door here. At that time, his mother was sent into the cold palace due to a misunderstanding, and a guard next to him told him that there was a door in the ice cellar that led directly to the outer wall of the cold palace. He bought the guards of the ice cellar, and sneaked in from here every night to see her, and was never discovered.

"How can there be a door here?" Hongyue muttered quietly.

Gu Zi'an heard it and said with a smile: "Do you know the history of this palace?" ”

Hongyue shook his head, he had never seen the palace, and besides, he didn't grow up in Beiyang in the first place.

"Three hundred years. Three hundred years ago, after the disintegration, Beiyang unified a large area of territory in the northern part of the Central Plains, set up the capital Yangshang, and established this huge palace. At that time, wars were frequent, and even direct attacks on the capital were common. Therefore, there are many secret passages in this palace, extending in all directions, if the enemy army surrounds the palace, you can also quickly slip along the secret passage to the southeast along the mountain. It's just that in the peaceful years, many tunnels are no longer in use. ”

Back then, a powerful guard beside him found a mottled and moldy map out of nowhere, which marked most of the dark passages in the palace that had been sealed for a long time. Every night, Gu Zi'an went to check in person a few times, and those places were already densely covered with cobwebs, and even the secret doors were rusty.

Gu Zi'an shone the wall with candlelight from the side, and saw an uneven place. Fingers scraped down the gap and pushed hard. A stone door moved slowly, and the dust crackled and fell. He was all dusty, and he whispered, "You guys, go up with me first." ”

The person behind him made a promise and ran to the front of Gu Zi'an to investigate.

The cold staircase was lined with the corpses of birds and spiders, and the cold passage looked like a cemetery, and no one had walked on it for a long time.

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